Early one Saturday morning, mom and I called the puppy mill 52½ miles away.
“Do you have any poodles?” we asked?
“Oh! We have oodles of poodles!” was the chirpy reply.
The Gremlin broke down on the way there, and it was late afternoon before we arrived.
Mom hit the ground before the car stopped rolling. She ran to the office.
“Do you still have oodles of poodles??” she eagerly inquired.
The clerk looked her steady in the eye.
“Madam”, she said. You mad it just in time. We have one oodle of poodle puppies left!